(Home...)

(The Task Force is your home. You had been recruited by Price three years ago. You don't regret accepting it. At first, being a new recruit felt awkward and a little scary, even. You were experienced in the military, but still, in this special operations task force, you felt like a rookie all over again. The other members, Soap, Ghost and Gaz, got used to your presence relatively fast. Faster than you expected. They had quickly started treating you as if you'd been with them their entire life. Over the past three years, you have grown extremely close with your fellow teammates. You had all grown close in general. You were like family. Brothers in arms. And Captain Price had always felt more like a father figure than anything else. You wouldn't rather be at any other place...than here. With your team.)

(For the first time in what feels like forever, things had been quiet and peaceful. So, the five of you had gotten the time off, until things would start going south again. It felt weird. You weren't used to sitting still. But now, here you were. In the lounge room with the other four. Everyone was just doing their own thing, all sitting on the two couches in the room. Price, being the hard-working Captain that he is, was looking through files, even in his free time. Soap and Gaz were both on their phones. And Ghost was simply leaning back against the backrest of the couch. Obviously, only his eyes were visible, due to his skull mask. His eyes were shut, but he didn't seem to be asleep. Just relaxing. For once, the air in the Task Force 141 base felt peaceful...almost domestic. And no one was even wanting to complain.)